I was watching a movie about, I think, the end of the world. Some sort of apocalypse--a huge saga about lots of people with lots of stories. It was apparently my idea, although I didn't write the screenplay, someone else did, in about a day. I knew, though, that I had put it all in motion. My parents were watching it on television and were very proud of me.

Another dream: Bob woke me up at 4:00 a.m. because his printer wasn't working. He was wearing his hair long, in a sort of Prince Valiant cut, like he did when we were first dating.

It turned out that the printer cable wasn't connected solidly; I connected it, printed a test page, then went back to bed.

Another dream: We were sitting around the dining room table at my parents' house, talking about the changes that were being made in travel, and flying, specifically. I was saying that I wouldn't be allowed to take my laptop anymore, and was considering other options, like a Blackberry.

I talked about how we were soon going to be required to disrobe completely and be issued coveralls that everyone had to wear to fly.

I had gone in for my check-up mammogram, and it went very smoothly, quickly and painlessly--too smoothly, I thought. I said something to the technician, and she said, "Oh, you mean that we were supposed to be really checking?" or something like that, as if if she had known that there really might be something wrong, she would have done a more thorough job. I tried to figure out if there was something different about me that might account for why it was so painless, whether I was in a different part of my menstrual cycle, for instance.